I've done nothing wrong
Except for all the atrocities
Except for all the atrocities
She snagged at a few baubles here and there too; mostly reflective of gilded things or crimson embers, uncertain over the parallels in the Flood’s tones. “Did Remi attack first, or was it the other way around?” She hinted initially, head turning to gaze at him, foggy on the details and even more irritated that the implications were that they had started something. They hadn’t crash-landed on another world. They hadn’t moved some massive ass island into the middle of Torchline’s sea. They hadn’t started infiltrating and taking over other lands and regions. “Was pretty peaceful until recently,” she added, nose curling slightly, eyes narrowing into those dangerous little slits, a telltale sign she was pondering over the platitudes of violence and wondering if she’d have to enact on it.
The seriousness of his alteration, the fading into harsh reality, made her chin rise, as if she was trying to protect herself, or perhaps either of them, in her usual mannerism of defiance. Sometimes, within the bare bones of her entity, sedition was all she really, truly knew. “What?”
The seriousness of his alteration, the fading into harsh reality, made her chin rise, as if she was trying to protect herself, or perhaps either of them, in her usual mannerism of defiance. Sometimes, within the bare bones of her entity, sedition was all she really, truly knew. “What?”
the honeybee
Besides that
I'm innocent
I'm innocent
